Pretty please?

Dear President Trump, While You Protect White America, Who Looks Out For The Rest Of Us?

The tragedy unfolding in New York is devastating. We live in a world that demands us to expect the very worst — the moment we step outside of our rented hubs. We can’t take a nice bike ride in the cool open air — because there’s a good chance we could get run over by a deranged lunatic. We have to curb the urge to extend evening walks for…